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O God, who canst not change nor fail, Guiding the hours, as they roll by, Bright’ning with beams the morning pale, And burning in the mid-day sky,

Quench Thou the fires of hate and strife, The wasting fever of the heart; From perils guard our feeble life, And to our souls Thy peace impart.

Grant this, O Father, Only Son, And Holy Spirit, God of grace, To whom all glory, Three in One, Be given in every time and place.